Mattie managed the tiniest of smiles. It was best to be friendly here; an idiot could figure that out. In fact, this was a situation in which being rude could mean death. Not that she doubted the man's morals, she just...didn't know. "It's not my baby," she informed him, and then added in a softer voice, "well, it is now I guess. And I didn't even sleep around for it." In spite of her word choice, her tone was humorless. She was feeding Cole with a distracted air. Focusing on Nicholas, on the stump that had been his arm, on all the ways she could have rushed into Hippie Manor and saved him from this horrible fate. 

The banging on the door nearly made her drop Cole. Damn good thing she didn't, the poor baby was already distressed enough, and she assumed it was from the same stimulus. It was only half-willingly that she backed into the bedroom, biting back protests. If someone was breaking in, someone who'd just suffered an amputation [i]awake[/i] shouldn't just be laying in the living room like that...but she said nothing. As was becoming the norm. 

But, comforted by Jacob's willingness to grant her access to the guns, Mattie sat Cole on the bed and dabbed the baby food off of his chin. A small red flag bobbed up. Mattie had always avoided gun freaks as much as she could. Opening the closet and gaping at the assortment of weapons, she felt a small heart palpitation. [i]I hope this isn't some gunman who ordered crazy guns off the Internet and shit before all this.[/i] But if he was, she had a gun now, too. 

She picked out a niceish-looking revolver, popped in some ammo, and prepared for perhaps a large bald man in all black, maybe carrying an RPG, lower half of his face covered, to say something like, "I'm in charge now," or, "Give me everything you have or your ass is on fire," but instead, craning her neck to get a good look through the bedroom doorway, all she caught was a glimpse of movement. [i]Not someone else. No. No more creeps.[/i] "I'm out of here," she announced, and scooped up Cole before trooping out into the living room again. "Did they leave?" she asked, the disbelief tangible in her voice. It didn't make any sense why someone would just take off like that in a situation like this one, turning down likely life-giving shelter. 

It must have been a strange sight: Young woman with a baby perched in one arm and a revolver in the free hand. She put the gun down and pulled a light wooden chair up next to the couch on which Nicholas lay. Absentmindedly continuing to feed the baby, she spoke softly to Nicholas in case he was sleeping in which case she didn't want to interrupt his rest. "I'm staying right here if you need anything."